On Instagram DMs, Inflatable Dinosaurs, and Accidentally Becoming the French Bulldog of Cleveland Comedy

Honestly, what the actual F-word is wrong with me? 

I mean I am out here doing this comedy thing. I am at bars with other comedians standing up and telling jokes. I am writing a blog, making social posts, and being part of the scene and yet I feel so far behind. 

For the record, I was never an awkward teenage girl.

On Being the Substitute Teacher Energy in a Room Full of Unresolved Authority Issues

When I used to push A4 I got the Marlboro Man. Now I get the Vape Maverick. More human shield than body guard.

What Happens When You Walk Up With Nothing and Trust the Room

My husband sleeps 13" from the side of the bed. I know because I measured it with a yardstick while he was sleeping. A queen bed is 18" narrower than a king. Do the math — he feels romantic, he can knock me off the bed. We have a twin, a queen and a king in the house. So we've been sleeping around — like Goldilocks, if Goldilocks had a yardstick and trust issues.

Walking Into a Room Where Everyone Already Knows Each Other (Except You)

Other comedians from my class had goaded me into coming. They had been before and seemed to know people, too. I can honestly say I have never felt like an outsider anywhere, anytime, in my whole life. There were cliques here. I spotted them immediately. And I was not part of any of them. I have never not been part of them.